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Yet notwithstanding, being incens’d, he's fint; What wilt thou do when riot is thy care ?
As humorous as winter, and as ludden

O, thou wilt be a wildernets again,
As tlaws congcaled in the spring of day. Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants !
'His temper, therefore, must be well obieru'd : P. Hin. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my
Chide him for faules, and do it reverently,


When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth: The most impediments unto my speech,
Buit, being moody, give him line and scope ; I had foreftali'd this dear and dccp rebuke,
Till that his pailions, like a whale on ground, Ere

you with grief had sprike, and I had heard
Confound themselves with working.

The course of it so far. There is your crown;

And he that tears the crown immortally,
On Fortuire.
Will fortune never come with both hands full, Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,

Than as your licnour, and as your renown,
But write her fair words ftill in fouleft letters?

Let me no more from this obedience risc
She cither gives a stomach, and no food

(Which my moit true and inward-dureous spirit
Such are the poor in health ; or else a feast,

Teachcth), this ruftratc and cxterior berding !
And takes away the stomach ;--fuch the rich,

Heaven wirncis with me, when I here camc in,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

And found no course of breath within your11ajesty,
Dialogue betrueen Prince Henry and bi: Faiber.

Ilow cold it fruck my licart! If I do feign,
-Come hither to me, Harry :- O, let ine in my presént wildrets die;
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. And never live to thet: the incredulous world

(Ex. Lords. The noble change that I have purposed !
P. H. I never thought to hcar you speak again. Coming to lock on you, thinking you dead

K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that (And dead almofi, my licge, to rnink you were),
I lay too long by thee, I weary thee., (thought: I. Ipake unto the crown, as having sense,
Dost thou fo hur.ger for my cmply chair, And thus upbraided it. "The care on thce dc.
Thatthou wiltncedsinveftthee with minc honours, pending,
Before thy hour be ripe? O koolith youth! “ Hath fed upon the body of my father ;
Thouseck it the greatness thatwilloverwhelmthee. Therefore, thou, best of gold, are worst of gold.
Stav but a little; for my cloud of dignity

“ Other, less fine in currat, is more precious,
held from falling with so weak a wind, “ Preferring life in med'cinc potable: [nown'd,
That it will quickly drop; my day is dim, " But thou, moft fine, mot honour'd, most re-
Thou haft folen that, which after some fow lours “ Halt car thy bearer u;." Thus, my most royal
Ti'cre thine without offence; and, at my death, | Accusing it, í put it on my head; [liegt
Thou haft svald op my expectation :

Tony with i

mas with an enemy
Thy life did manifeft, thou lov'dft me not, That had before my face murder'd my father-
And thou wilt have inc die allur'd of it.

The quarrel of a true inheriter.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts

, But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Which thou hast wherted on thy ftony heart, Or fireli ing thoughts to any strain of pride;
To ftab at half an hour of iny


If any rebel or vain fpirit of mine
What! canst thou noe forhcar me half an hour: Did, with the deali atti Etion of a welcome,

gone, and dig my grave thyself; Give entertainment to the might of it,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine car Let God for cre keep it from my head !
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. And make me as the pooreft vallál is,
Let all the tears that should bedew my hcarle, That doch with awe and terror knocl to it!
Bu drops of balm, to fanctify thy head:

K. Hien. O my fon!
Only compound inc with forgotten duft;


put it in thy mind, to take it hunce,
Give that, which gave thec life, unto the worms. That thou mighz'ît ur in the mure thy father's love,
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; Pleading to wiltly in excuse of it.
For nov a time is come to mock at form, Come bicher, Hairy, fit thou b; my bed;
Slenry the Fifth is crown'd :-up, vanity : And hear, I think, the very latest counti
Down, royal state! All you fage counscilors, hence! That ever I full breathe. Heaven knews, my fon,
And to the English court allemble now, By what by-parhs, and indircet crook'd ways,
From ev'ry region, apes of idleness !

I met this crown; and I myfélf know well,
Now,nicighlvotir-contines, purge you of your scum: How troublefume it lat upon my head :
Have you a ruffian that will liveár, drink, dance,

To thee it thall delcond with better quiet,
Revel the night; rols, inurder, and commit

Birter opinion, better confirmation ;
The oldcii jins the newelt kind of ways?

For all the foil of the achievinent goes
Be happy, he will trouble you no inore :

Wich me into the ear:h.
England fall double gild his treble guilt;

But as an honour fräich'd with boisterous han!;
England 1:all give him office, lionour, might: And I had many living, to upbraid
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks My gain of it b; chcir affittances;
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog

Which daily grew to quarrel, and to blocdihe 1,
Shall Acth his tooth in ev'ry innocent.

Wounding lupposed peace : All there told tears,
O my poor kingdoin, fick with civil Llows!

Thou feeit, with peril I have answered :
When that my care could not with bold thy riots, 1 For all my reign hath been but as a lore

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A&ting that argument; and now my death Be now the father, and propose a fon :
Changes the mode: for what in me was purchas'd, Hear your own dignity to much profan'd,
Falls upon thee in a much fairer fort :

See your most dreadful laws fo loosely Nighted,
So thou the garland wear'st succullively. Behold yourself so by a fon disdain'd:
Yet, tho’thou stand'st more sure than I could do, And then imagine me taking your part,
Thou art not firm enough, fince gricfs are green; And, in your power, soft fiiencing your fon.
And all thy friends, which thou must make thy

THE LIFE OF HENRY V. Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;

SHAKS PEARE, By whose fell-working I was first advanc'd,

And by whose pow'r I well might lodge a fear
To be again ditplac'd : which to avoid,


The brightest heaven of invention ! I cut them off ; and had a purpole now

A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, To lead out many to the Holy Land;

And monarchs to behold the fivelling scene! Left rest, and lying still, might make them look

Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, Affume the port of Mars; and, at his heels, Be it thy course, to buiy giddy minds

Leashtin, like hounds, should famine, fword, and With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne Crouch for employment.

(fire, May waste the memory of the foriner days. [out,

More would I, but my lungs are waited fo, Consideration, like an angel, came,
That strength of speech is utterly denied me.

And whipt th' offending Adam out of him :
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!

Leaving his body as a Paradite, And grant it may with thee in truc peace live!

To envelope and contain celestial spirits. P. Hen. My gracious liege,

King Henry V. bis Perfections. You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;

Hear him but reason in divinity, Then plain, and right, must my poffeffion be:

And, all-admiring, with an inward wish Which I, with more than with a common pain, You would defire the king were made a prelate: 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

Ifear him debate of common-wealth affairs,
Reflections on a Ciorun.

You would say, it hath been all-in-all his study: () polish'd perturbation ! golden care !

Lift his discourse of war, and you shall hear
That keeps the ports of number open wide

A fearful battle render'd you in music.
To many a watchful night'--eep with it now! Turn hiin to any cause of policy,
Yet not to found, and half so deeply sweet,

The gordian knot of it he will unloose,
As he, whofe brow, with homely biggen bound, Familiar as his garter ; that, when he speaks,
Snores out the watch of night. O Majesty!

The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,
When thou doit pinch thy bcarer, thou dost sit

And the mute wonder lurketh in men's cars,
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day, To steal liis sweet and honey'd sentences.
That scalds with safety.

The Common-wcalıb of Bees.

So work the honey-becs :
How quickly nature falls into revolt,

Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach When gold becomes her objcēt!

The act of order to a pcopled kingdom. For this, the foolish, over-careful fathers

They have a king, and officers of Torts : Have broke their leep with thoughts, their brains Where forne, like magistrates, correct at home; with care,

Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad; Thcir bones with industry;

Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, For this they have engrossed and pild up

Make boot upon the suminer's velvet buds; The canker'd heaps of strange achieved gold;

Which pillage they with merry march bring home For this they have been thoughtful to invest To the tert-roval of their emperor : Their fons with arts, and martial exercises :

Who, buticd in his majetty, surveys When like the bee, tolling from ev'ry flow'r

The singing matons, building roofs of gold; The virtuous fiveets,

(honey, The civil citizens kneading up the honey; Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with The poor mechanic porters crowding in Wc bring it to the hive ; and, like the bees,

Their heavy burtiens at his narrow gate; Are murder'd for our pains.

The fad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Toe Chief Justice to King Henry V. whom be Delivering o'er to executors pale
bal imprisoned.

The lazy yawning drone.
If the deed werc ill,

Warlike Spirit.
PE you contented, wearing now the garland, Now all the youth of England are on fire,
To have a fon set your decrees at nought; And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lics;
To pluck down juitice froin your awful bench; Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
To trip the courte of law, and blunt the sword Reigns folely in the breast of ev'ry man :
That guards the peace and furity of your perfon: They fell the pasture now, to buy the horse;
Nay, more; to spurn at your mott royal image, Following the mirror of all Christian kings,
Alid mock your workin 5 in a second body. With winged heels, as Englih Mercuries.
Qucition your royal thoughts, make the case yours,' For no v lits expectation in the air;


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And hides a fiord, from hilts unto the point, The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets, With busy hammers cloling rivets up,
Promis'd to Harry, and his followers.

Give dreadful note of preparation.

The country cocks do crow, the clocks do to'l;

And the third hour of drowly morning name,
O England !--model to thy inward greatness,

Proud of their numbers, and secure in foul,
Like little body with a mighty heartam

The confident and over-lusy French
What mightít thou do, that honour would theeco, Do the low-rated English play at dice;
Were all thy children kind and natural !

And chide the cripple tardy-gated night,
But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out

Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp
A neit of hollow bosoms, which he fills

So tedioully away. The poor condemned Englith,
With treach'rous crowns.

Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
False Appearances.

Sit patiently, and inly ruminate
0! how thou hast with jealousy infe&ted The morning's danger; and their gesture sad,
The fiveetness of affiance! thew men dutiful : Investing lank lean cheeks, and war-worn coats,
Why, to didît thou: seem they grave and Presenteth them unto the gazing moon
learned ?

So many horrid ghefts. O, now, who will behold
Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family? The royal captain of this ruin'd band,
Why, so didit thou : seem they religious ? Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
Why, so didst thou: or are they fpare in diet ; Let him cry--praite and glory on his head !
Free from gross pallion, or of mirth, or anger; For forth he gocs, and visits all his hoft;
Constant in fpirir, not swerving with the blood; Bids them good-morrow, with a modest smile;
Garnith'd and deck'd in modeti complement; And callsthem-brothers, friends, and countrymen:
Not working with the eye, without the car, Upon his royal face there is no note,
And, but in purged judginent, trusting neither? How dread an army hath curounded him;
Such, and fo finely boulted, didit thou seem : Nor doth he dedicate onc jot of colour
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, Unto the weary and all-watched night:
To mark the full fraught man; and best enducd, Bur freshly looks, and over-bears attaint,
With some fufpicion.

\\'ith cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty;
King Henry's Character, by the Confiable of That ev'ry wretch, pining and pale before,

Beholding hin, plucks comfort from his looks :
You are too much mistaken in this king:

A largels universal, like the fun,
Question your grace the late ambassadors-

His liberal cye dotlı give to ev'ry one,
With what great state he heard their embaffy : Thawing cold ferir.
How well supplied with noble counsellors-

The Miseries of Royalty.
How modest in exception, and, withal,

O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness,
How terrible in conitant resolution-
And you shall find, bis vanitics forc-spent

Subject to the breath of every fool,
Were but the outlide of the Roman Brutus,

Whose fenfe no more can feel but his own wringing!
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;

What infinite heari’s-cafe must kings negleci,
As gardeners do with "dure hide those roots

That private men enjoy ;
That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

And what have kinys, that privates have not too,

Save ceremony, fare general ceremony?
Description of a Fleet fetting Sail.

And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?
Suppose, that you have seen

What kind of god art thuu, tirat luffer it more
The well-appointed king at Hampton-pier Of mortal gricts, than do thy worshippers ?
Embark his royalty; and his brave fileet What are thy rents ? what are thy comings-in e
With filken ttreamers the young Phabus fan- Occremony, thew me but thy worths !

Whic is the foul of adoration?
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,

Art thou aught clic but place, degree, and forin,
Upon the hempen tackle, thip-boys climbing :

Creating a 've and fear in other men,
Hear the thrill whistle, which doth order give Wherein thou art kurs happy, being fear'a,
To sounds confus'd: behold the threaden fails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,

Than they in fearing?

What drink'it thou oft, instead of homage swect,
Draw the huge bottoms thro' the furrow'd tea, But peiton'd flatt'ry: O, be fick, gieat greatncis,
Breasting the lofty furge.

And bid thy ceremony give thee cure.
Description of Night in a Camp. Think'it tlou, the ticry fever will go out
From camptocamp,thro' the foul wombofnight, With titles blown from adulation ?
The hum of either army stilly founds,

Will it give place to fexure and low bending?
That the fix'd centinels almost receive

Canst thou, when thou command's the beggar's
The secret whispers of each other's watch:

Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames

Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
Each battle fees the other's umber'd face: That play'st so fubrly with a king's repole;
Sreed threatens feed, in high and boastful neighs, I ain a king, that find thee; and I know,
Piercing the night's dull car; and from the tents, l'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,


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The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, A testament of noble-ending love.
The enter-tissued robe of gold and pearl, The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
The farsed title running 'fore the king,

Thore waters from me which I would have stopp'd;
The throne he sits on, nor the side of pomp, But I had not so much of man in me,
That beats upon the high shore of this world And all my mother came into mine eyes, ,
No, not all these, thrice gorgcous ceremony, And gave me up to tears.
Not all thefi, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep fo foundly as the wretched Nave;

The Miferies of War.
Who, with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,

Her vine, the merry chcarer of the heart,
Gets him to rett, cramm'd with distressful bread; Like prisoners willly over-grown with hair


Unpruncd dies : her hedges even pleach'd,
Never fces horrid night, the child of hell;
But, like a lacquey, from the rise to set,

Put forth disorder'd twigs : her fallow leas
Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night

The darnel, hemloc, and rank fumitory,
Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn,

Doth root upon ; while that the coulter rusts,

That should deracinate such lavagery :
Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse;
And follows so the ever-running year,

The even mead, thar erst brought fiveetly forth
With profitable labour, to his grave:

The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,

Wanting the fcythe, withal uncorrected, ranki,
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,

Conceives by idlenets ; and nothing teems,
Winding up days with toil, and nights with Neep, But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecklies, burs,
Hath the fore-hand and vantage of a king.

Lofing both beauty and utility.
A Description of the miserable State of the Eng-

lish army.
Yon island carrions, desp’rate of their bones,

Ill-favour’dly become the inorning field :

Their ragged curtains poorly are let loose,

And our air fhakes them pafling scornfully. GLORY is like a circle in the water;
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, Which never ccafeth to enlarge itself,
And faintly, through a rusty beaver peeps.

Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Their horiemen fit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand : and the poor


For marriage is a matter of more worth,

Than to be dealt in by attorney ship.
Lob down their heads, dropping the hide and

For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
The gum down-roping from their palc dcad eyes, An age of discord and continual ftrife?
And in their palc dull moutis the gimmal bit
Lits foul with chow'd grafs, ftill and motionless;

Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
And their exccutors, the knarith crows,

And is a pattcrn of celeftial peace.
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
King Henry's Sjerch before the Battle of Agin- $ 23. THE SECOND PART OF HENRY VI;

Hlc that out-lives this day, and comes fafc

A resolved ambitious Woman.

FOLLOW I must, I cannot go before,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'ů,

While Glo'fter bears this base and humble
And roufe him at the name of Crispian.

He that thall live this day, and fec old-age,

Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbour,

I would remote thele tidious stumbling-blocks,
And say, to-morrow is Saint Crifpian!

And smooth my way upon their headlets necks.
Then will he firip his fleeve, and thew his scars: And, l'eing a woman, I will not be slack,
Old men forger; yet in til not all forgit,

To play my part in fortune's pageant.
But they'll reinumber, with advantages,

'I be Lorácter 10 be rememberedt.
What iiats they did that day: then shall our Let never day or night unbaliow'd pafs,

But till remember what the Lord hath done.
Familiar in their mouths, as household words,
Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeter,

Elcanor to the Duke of Gloffer; when doing

Warivick and Talbet, Salisbury and Glo'ster,
Bu in their fowing cars freshly remember'd.

For, whilft I think I am thy married wife,

And thou a prince, protector of this land,
Defcription of the Earl of York's Death.

Methinhs, Lihuul not thus be lud along,
He finila mc in the face, retisht me his hand, Majid up in thame, with papers on Ins back ;
And, with a feeble gripe, says, “ Dear my lord, And follow'd with a rabble, that rejoice
Commend my service to my fovereign.”

To fee invicars, and hear my deep-fer groans. so d'a he turn, and over Sutioll's nack

The ritniets minut dot! cut my tender iect; He threw his wound::ci ai in, and kifa'd his lips;

And, when I fuit, the enviuus people laugh, and fu, ch, who'd in dual, with vivod he luuld And lid ine be adiifod how I trcad.


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Silent Refentment deepeft.

Parting Laveus.

And banished I am, if but from thee.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
And in his simple show he harbours treason. Go, speak not to me, even now be gone

0, go not yet! even thus two friends condemn'!
A guilty Countenance.

Embrace, and kifs, and take ten thoula:id leaics,
Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny Loather a hundred times to part than dic.-
Sits, in grim majesty, to fright the world.

Yet, now farewel; and farewel life with thee!
Description of a murdered Person.

Suff. Thus is poor Sutfolk ten times bajithed,

Once by the king, and thiee times thrice by thee.
See, how the blood is settled in his face!

"Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,

A wilderness is populous enough,
Of athy femblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless,

So Suffolk had thy heavenly company :
Being all descended to the labouring heart;

For where thou art, there is the world itself,
Who, in the confiet that it holds with death,

With every leveral pleasure in the world;
Artracts the same for aidancc 'gainst the enemy;

And where thou art not, defolation.
Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er re-

Dying, with the Perfor beloved, preferable to
To blush and beautify the cheek again.

But, fee, his face is black, and full of blood; If I depart from thee, I cannot live:
His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, And in thy sight to die, what were it else,
Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man: But like a plcatant Number in thy lap?
His hair uprcar'd, his nostrils stretch'd with Here could I breathe my foul into the air,

As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe,
His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd Dying with mother's dug between its lips.
And tugg’d for life, and was by strength subdued.

The Deatb-bed Horrors of a guilty Conscience,
Look on the sheets: his hair, you fee, is sticking;
His well-proportion'd beard made rough and Bring me unto my trial when you will.

Dicd ho not in his bed : Where Thould he die 3
Like to the fummer's corn by tempest lodgʻd.

Can I make men live, whether they will or no:-
It cannot be but he was murder d here;

O! torture me no more, I will confefs-
The least of all these signs were probable.

Alive again : Then fnew me where he is;

I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him—
A good Conscience.

He hath no cyes, the dust liath blinded them.
What stronger brcalt-plate than a heart un- Conib down his hair; look! look! it stands
tainted ?

Thrice is he arm’d, that hath his quarrel just; Like lime twigs set to catch my winged foul !
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Give me fome drink; and bid the apothecary
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
Remorjeless Hatred.

A plague upon 'em! wherefore should I curse,

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day

crepit into the bofom of the ica;
Would curies kill, as doth the mandrake's groan, And now loud howling wolves arouse the jades
I would invent as bitter searching terms, That drag the tragic melancholy night;
As curs'd, as harsh, as horrible to hear,

Who with their drowsy, flow, and fia ging wings,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth, Clip dead men's graves, and fro!n their mitty
With full as many signs of deadly hate,

As lean-fac'd envy in her loathiome cave: Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;

Mine eves should sparkle like the beaten fiint ;
Minc hair be fix'd on end like one distract;

Kent, in the commentaries Colar writ,

Is term’d the civil ft place of all this iile:
A", ev'ry joint should seem to curse and ban;

Sweer is the country, because full of riches;
And even now, my burden'd heart would break,

The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy.
Should I not curte thein. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!

Lord Say's Apology for himself.
Their tweeteft fade, a grove of cypress tries ! Justice, with favour, have I always done;
Their chiefett prospect, murdering batiliiks! Prayers and tears have mov'd me, gifts could
Their toftest touch, as ainart as lizards stings;
Their music, frightful as the ferment’s hils; When lave I aught exacted at your hands,
And buding scrich-owls make the concert full! Kent to maintain, the kins, the realm, and you ?
All the foul teriors in dark-cared heli-

Larye gifts have I beltow'd on learned clerk's


book preferr'd me to thi Ling:
Nork, by the ground that I am banith'd from, Andreeing ignorance is the curfe of God,
Well could I curic away a wiorer's night, knowledge the wing wicrewithive fly to heaven
Thomh standing nakes on a mountain rop, Unlets you be poflets'd with devilin fpirits,
Vi bere oiiing cold wouid never let als grow,

You cannot but forbcar io murder me.

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